The winds blow bleak and torrential against my face.
I’m told it’s much to bear and my ship will be wrecked.
But, I see the wind and so strengthen my mainbrace
For me the wind has an unexpected effect.
I set my back strong to the wind and filled my sails.
Let it blow how it might, it will take me onward.
Before the brightness of the sun ev’rything pales.
In that valiant hope I set my true course dawnward.
The feelings are wild,the heart is depressed
The eyes dream, but wishes suppressed.
With constant failures and defeats
Everything seem to die,when it repeats.
There stays no charm and beauty
Life becomes lifeless and sooty.
The heart accepts no positive and nice
The fate bets on score of dice.
The mind holds,but negative thought
The efforts and struggles, seem to rot.
Life exists with no interest and hope
With only difficulties, no one can cope.
With lost hopes and dreams
Nothing good ever can happen, it seems.
The mind feels empty,craves for peace
Nothing can soothe,make it ease.
It's not the soul that's negative
It's the situation, that makes one sensitive.
The petals hide,the thorns are visible
Everything every time looks impossible.
The drought mind gets some hope with the rain
The next moment, all thoughts,flush in vain.
All that the world sees bright
To him,it's just farce,not right.
The good memories one wants to cherish
Before he lives,just perish.
To him all silver is just a dark
His sorrows and griefs, no one can mark.
Although, he always strives for better
The negatives, as always, leave to shatter...
Why did you have faith in me?
While in a bleak midwinter
These frozen oceans and sea
As though waves and stutter
Crawls and collapses your nosegay
Arms within arms thrives in you
Thought you would dance along the bay
But you saw pale and got lost its hue
Sulleness heart,the beating heart
Forgots the sound of summers fall
I see the tear from an Agamemnon art
And I remember now your call-
The sleepless night haunt these poor linnet
And the pardon eyes drip the rueful tear
And I travel far and afar till the shadows of bennet
Till I forget you ever by the flower it bear
Chilly is the night.
In cold darkness, take a bite.
Does the warmth bring light?
Bleak Conclusion
(Soul Travel)
Cultivating escape
Travel on a smoky train
Destination approaching
Window searching
Are you with me?
Abundant open scenery
Emotions empty
Travel collective with embraced memories
Snap shot photography
Vacation long over due
Dancing flowers animation view
Arms wrapped around freedom
Embarked poetry sink therapeutic
Wings fly upon azure air
Rhymes drown in rhythms
Minimized stained glass windows
Travel afar
Can’t fathom many miles
A new journey captured
Bleak conclusion
Soul searching
Mind pondering
Life parallel
Travel here and there
While the universe is ever-expanding
life on earth becomes even more demanding
despite a few one or two
world-shattering improvements
man is still wallowing
in the proverbial primordial
and if this road he insists on following
our future looks severely bleak
as where once we were happily winning
we're now all on a losing streak
yet history has taught him nothing
that and his memory is short
no thanks to his stupidity
between rocks on a hard place we are caught
but what about our children
those innocents who go unsung
there's not a lot for them to look forward to
that bell can't be unrung
as the genie is out of the bottle
what with plastic and fossil fuels
here's one last thought
I'm glad I won't be around to witness
the final endgame result
of what we silly fools hath wrought
This week is bleak, the birds don’t sing
No sun, no rains, but greyness
Even the churchbells didn’t ring
Have they become atheists
The bellman and the bearded dean
And all the congregation?
In times like this to breathe is sin
No promise of salvation
Can take away the truth it fakes
And like a stubborn stem
Grows through the slab, the truth condemns
The order of the damned
So atheism’s a way to go
Believe in politicians
They must continue this old show
Which you can call fictitious
But wasn’t it meant to be as such?
Just ask the God, if you
Don’t think he is disturbed too much
With millions in the queue
That stretches out through centuries
Dead people want to know
What were their lives about, if this
Was meant to be a show
Beware the Ides of March, in case
The warning comes in time
If there is still a time to waste
You doubt it? So do I.
come
back heart
into arms
that are nonsense
since your departure-
where will I lodge revenge
should I punch the ether out
victimize the ozone layer
what world will be mine in your passing~
as grey as the grave that robbed me reckless
Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.
let’s wax poetic..
Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.
Midwinter is the time o' the year to be warm hearted,
to find a companion, a creature fair, a lass (or a manly man)
and suggest a more temperate snuggle— it can do no harm to try.
Think not of winter as bleak
make sweet use of flattery, and face cold’s embrace
likewise, cheek to cheek, with a warming and open heart.
.
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Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
The dark side’s very nature is self-destruction,
Bringing pain to all, a dangerous seduction.
It spreads its madness, twisting mind and soul,
Yet it’s addictive, taking its toll.
The longer one lingers in its dark embrace,
The harder it is to leave that place.
Though they know it brings them pain,
They too must share in some of the blame.
But why do some turn toward its call?
Are some just born to watch themselves fall?
Not born to the dark, but drawn to its might,
Through circumstance or an affinity’s fight.
They refuse to judge those caught in despair,
For they know the weight they bear.
In the bleakest moments, it feels so near,
As if falling to it is the only way clear.
A soul in constant war,
Ever pondering, ever sore.
Fighting battles it cannot flee,
A being trapped in purgatory.
What it longs for, just out of reach,
Peace forever beyond its speech.
Why must the raven find no rest,
Why brief calm, never blessed?
Only to be thrust back in the storm,
To bleakness, a haunting norm.
What curse must it bear alone,
Is there respite for this soul, unknown?
A bleak gray mist slowly descends
slays all the color in the land.
Of melancholy it portends.
The slow trickle of hourglass sand
shows seconds turn to endless days
each one a moment of self-doubt
and ever-deepening malaise;
as loathing builds its own redoubt.
The bleak gray mist will darker grow
each time it creeps up to attack;
it was, and will be always so
until there only will be black.
Once upon a day
my skies grew threatening, grey.
My life began to crash in a
fractured dismay..
Once upon a night,
another's mind took plight,
so filled with delusion and paranoia's flight..
Once upon weeks after professional help
I'd seek, only to witness the situation grow more bleak.
Once following years after living days in fear,
I took my broken heart, left with only my tears.
Once upon a life, wounded by a knife.
Now I live alone with out uncertainty and strife.
getting into a taxi
I asked the driver
to take me to Bleak Street
not heard of Bleak Street,
he said, but it sounds depressing
run down, uninspiring
desperate
bleak
I got out of the taxi
thanks, I said
how much do I owe you
after Christina Rosetti
Pour leaves into a gossamer bag, the kettle boils
in the bleak midwinter
the orange-brown water steams your mug and glasses
watching snow fall in the bleak midwinter
the cinnamon scent of your mothers touch
fills your nose in the bleak midwinter
the teardrop shed at her absence joins your mug—
your mother passed this bleak midwinter
one rotation round the earth, the first and last snow falls
without her here, the coming end of the bleak midwinter
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